Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations
Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations
Amazon Review – “Jane Ashley has done it once again…..”
Amazon Review – “A Must Read”
Amazon Review – “Jane Ashley taps into emotions. This book doesn’t disappoint!”
|Granite Lake Romance|
|Jody A. Kessler|
|June 14th 2018|
|Elise Martinez wished her date with destiny didn’t include being run off the road by the most caring, handsome, and intelligent man she’d ever met.
Moving to Granite Lake to manage a bookstore and coffee shop meant Elise could finally leave her haunted past behind, but being a psychic mom to a deaf child has its benefits and downfalls—and her guarded heart isn’t ready for a new romance.
Rob Everett never imagined giving up corporate law to open a brewery with his brothers in Granite Lake would begin with a car accident and the arrival of a surprise baby.
As if being a single dad and starting a new business weren’t challenging enough, Rob can’t get the beautiful, mysterious, and feisty bookstore manager out of his mind.
For Elise and Rob, falling in love is a complicated, sexy, and emotional enterprise.
Mix in a baby, a haunted brewery, craft beer, and a dangerous ex-husband into this recipe of love and their future isn’t as easily divined as the fates would have foretold.
**A steamy, sexy, stand-alone novel with a happy ever after.
**Intended for 18+ for mature language and sexual content.
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|Nanny and the Beast|
|Georgia Le Carre|
|July 25th 2018|
A year ago Yulia, my niece, lost both her parents. Two months ago she completely stopped speaking. Her psychiatrist thought a gentler presence around the house might be good for her. She suggested a nanny for the child. Naturally, I would do anything that would help her regain her happy childhood.
But I didn’t expect the woman who stepped into my office. Yeah, she’s got my attention, all right, but for all the wrong reasons. I sure as hell don’t need this ripe fruit to distract me day and night in my own home.
I tell her she hasn’t got the job, and watch her leave my study, but Fate has other plans. Resistance is futile.
He lives in a white mansion in London’s Knightsbridge, a magnet for playboys and Russian billionaires. Big, burly bodyguards look at me as if I’ve not come for a job interview, but to steal the family silver. Whatever. I maintain my professionalism, I’m determined to get this intriguing job of caring for the girl who refuses to speak. A prim woman leads me to his study. She knocks, and a deep, smooth voice beckons us to enter. The door opens and I set eyes on Yuri Volkov.
His eyes are like a wolf’s. Pitiless. Mesmerizing Dangerous. Obviously he Is drop dead wrong but, I can’t stop imagining his big, tanned hands caressing every inch of me. After the briefest interview in the history of interviews he informs me I haven’t got the job. As I walk away, humiliated, from his study, it happens. The unthinkable.
And I’m suddenly back in the game.
A full night’s sleep does a man good. Crisp clean sheets, an unsupervised hot shower, and overhearing Bertie tuck in her little Miss Cody, I feel complete. Can’t explain it away and end up having more questions than before. I listen to the two of them talk to a picture of Cody’s dad, and am left wondering.
The previous day’s events had drained me, leaving me no energy to stay up late into the night thinking everything through. As soon as my body landed on the mattress, I was out. Woke up to a note from Bertie at my bedside, telling me she ran Cody to school and would be back soon. A bottle of water and my morning pills are right next to it.
I shake my head at Bertie’s thoughtfulness. The woman’s heart is the biggest I’ve ever seen or come across. She’s something else. I down the pills then decide on another hot shower.
When I make it down to the living room, Bertie is perched on the couch with her legs crossed, messy bun scrunched on top of her head while she studies her computer screen. She nibbles on her bottom lip and twists her nose. There’s no denying something or someone is stressing her out.